I Killed My Mother

I killed my mother
with misdirection,
avoiding taboo subjects
by always changing course

 

With the scotch whiskey fumes
permeating in plastic cups
hidden in every room,
even beneath the cellar stairs

 

I once stole a Valium
to see how it would feel
to have the senses numbed
so I would not care

 

But all I ever felt
was a suffocating feeling
of being closed in
by imaginary walls

 

My peers were dating
going to dances
went a few times
out of tune with the room

 

So I tried to make friends
but rumors tainted
my reputation
repulsed and repugnant

 

There are no role models
no one to emulate
finding your own way
completely, utterly alone

 

Now I'm quite damaged
inwardly cold,
this soul somehow manages
still embracing this mortal coil

 

Always feeling the end
just one more step
one final push,
and the world is ours

 

mathiasthom
written 6/19/11

 

Reviews

[Victor Makata]

This is great. Keep it up :)